So it's 2005. This will be the year I turn 20. It's only 5 months away and I'm already dreading it. I spent the first little bit of the new year giving my room a thorough cleaning. A clean room is a clean mind. My bookcase has officially become a VHS sanctuary.
I had to make some room for the new christmas presents and ended up packing away some of my "characteristic room pieces." My room no longer contains my assortment of lights ripped from cars, or Pong. I decided to keep it in the basement after a near fall almost ripped the cord in half.
The booty this year included:
- a Fender electric guitar starter pack
- the matrix DVD collection (Bex is the word of the month)
- The Pythons autobiography
- the Charlie Chaplin collection Vol. 1
- bunch of clothes and food-related items
- some knick knacks
- willy wonka and the chocolate factory DVD w/ Wonka bar to open at the flute noise
- SARSfest DVD (god bless my mother, but what a hideous gift)
- santa clause parade DVD ( see above )
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (the book)
My time up in the Ottawa Valley was indeed dreadful. Despite my stay of only 4 days, I was locked at Throat-Gnashing Mode when i left. I didn't get to do much driving on the way up, but on the way back? oh baby! I drove all the way from a town north of Smith Falls into Toronto. Stayed at home long enough to pack fresh underwear before I drove off to Guelph with Bex. The shit on my windshield was so bad that I just hugged a car in front of me with a purple illuminated license plate. I only made one wrong turn in my whole christmas cruising, and it showed me how to get to Mohawk's casino.
My time in Guelph was not of this world. Probably 2 1/2 of the greatest days of 2004. We arrived, we cooked, we built a BITCHIN fort!!!! Oh man did that fort kick ass! I made some of my patented hot chocolate and we giggled for 5 hours while snuggling in the fort. We had our christmas morning and it was as exciting as I had hoped it would be. The only downers of the entire trip were the 2 hours of shoveling I encountered when we arrived to a blocked of curb and covered driveway, and the dishes. My god the dishes! I admit that I have been living the sweet life of dishwashin'. The bowl is dirty, you put in the big box and you dont deal with it until the big box is full. It's a good system.
My vacation was amazing, there were some rough times, but there were also some brilliant moments. (My cousin flipping out over the Payday board game, the sayings of OV "Fill your boot!", the utter fear in my mother's eyes as I passed a transport on a snowy road going 120.)
The bitch that is school as officially started up and so far it blows big time. It appears that my current latin education status of "a handful of vocab, and a few pronouns" is interpreted as "Speaking Latin Fluently." The only good experience from that class was that I actually found Ben Stein from Ferris Beuller's. A true 50 year old dork. Kind of a cross between Ben Stein and Bob Balaban.
I'm off to perfect my guitar playing. I want to see how long I can perform the theme from Halloween and if my Michael figure will actually come to life.
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